Two Steps Downward (слэш)

Shen Qingqiu folded his arms around the trembling boy, his sleeves flowing about him like a blanket. “Silly child,” he whispered, head dipping down until his cheek rest on Binghe’s wild hair, blowing around them in a mane of curls from the hot wind that gusted upwards from the inferno of the Endless Abyss. “Your shizun would never make you face such terrors alone.” He took a deep breath, squeezed the youth tighter, his own hands shaking ever so slightly, the only betrayal of his cool composure. “But this master has no choice but to take you to your fate.”
And then he tipped himself, and Luo Binghe in his arms, over the edge of the cliff.